Dream For A Healthier Planet

 So, I had one of my dreams again during my nap today. A very different dream.

We were focusing on  a fund raiser to save the Ocean Wildlife by walking from the bottom side of one coast to the top side of one coast and we were doing that in the water. We had to stay in the shallow part to walk but there was a small boat that stayed beside us to provide water and food as we needed and a bathroom but the rest of the time we were walking in shifts completely up the coast to raise money and awareness about the lives of the Ocean Animals. 

It started out like any day, sunny overhead and not much stirring but the sea birds, hoping for a snack from us. But it sooned turned adventurous.  A large school of dolphin came close to us and wanted to check out who the humans were walking along the shore for such a long distance. At first we thought they were sharks but then they started jumping and we knew that they were dolphins. They stayed with us for  a really long while as we walked, day after day. I don't know if it was for protection or what but they would not leave our sides. 

A day later we ran into a shark. He was huge and floating upside down in the water just to the left of our boat.  I did not know if the dolphins had seen a situation ahead and stayed with us for protection or if they had gone ahead and made sure that we were safe for our walk?

We continued day after day walking, resting, sleeping and soon a large group of people were following us like Forest Gump. They were surfers and teachers and artists and naturalist concerned with saving our Ocean so that we save the life on the land. Without water, there is no life.  That was the strong message that came forward in the group and millions of dollars was raised by our little trek for this purpose, to purify the water on this planet to sustain life. 

I woke up when the message made itself clear and was amazed by what started out as a trek to save the aquatic wildlife and it became a trek to save us as humans... 

It felt so good in the dream and I had to come share that, at least in my dreams, I am one with the planet and the animals that inhabit it. I work to save it from destruction and enlist the aid of others along the way  to help with it and the animals know and understand what we were doing and were helping us too. 

Maybe we all aren't so different. Maybe we are just animals trying to make our world a better place and maybe we don't always know how to go about doing that without hurting others. I don't know the huge big meaning of the dream but it was so pleasant and I wish you all could have been with me, walking to make the world a better place...

In the dream, I could walk y'all... Endlessly... *sigh* 

I love you, Kimmee

Homemade Biscuits and "Mater" Gravy

 I learned to make biscuits when I was this side of 8 years old. We didn't have a Mama at home most of the time and the boys did the cooking,  after my sister Ruby married. 

I was just 7 years old at that time and little did I know that my outdoor days of running and playing were about to come to a curtailed end.   

One day my brother Ernest said," come here gal, I'm gonna help you to fix some biscuits."  I was so excited that I couldn't come fast enough. I still remember my first biscuits.  Hard  as rocks cause I had messed with the dough too much, messy looking with cracks cause I had not finessed the tuck and circular motion that makes them pretty,  but within a year, I was making some pretty edible biscuits.  I had more flour on me than the flour barrel in those days but I was so proud of my biscuits until I realized that my brother showed me how,  so that he wouldn't have to get up to make them or get Daddy off to work. lol. 

As the oldest girl at home, biscuit making fell to me when I could make a pretty good biscuit and I was this side of 9 when that happened.  I did that most of the time, except that one yr or so that we had a live in housekeeper. 

There were many 4 AM mornings after Daddy would make the fire and I made the biscuits that I would run to the only source of heat in the house, our small fireplace in the living room.  My hands would throb and hurt so much from the cold, that when I would get a moment to warm them by the fire, pain would shoot through my fingers, and I would grit my teeth so that I would not make any noise. 

I just made biscuits the other day to go with some sausage gravy and my daughter said, "Mama, those were some good biscuits."  

They were pretty credible but my biscuits are a pale shadow of my Aunt Thelma's who lived to be 102 and 8 months, making biscuits in an iron skillet til she went home. Lordamercy to have another one of hers with some mater gravy or her fried chicken or smeared with butter and her Watermelon Rind Preserves.  

I don't know if lil girls learn to make biscuits anymore but I am glad that I was taught, even if the motive wasn't quite pure. 😀

( Over the years, my brother taught me so many things and most of them I learned to do, except his perfect swan dive. I miss him since he went home in 2008 but I have many memories to help keep him close.)